Awakening

Today the naked branches of the trees,
Like an artists etching,
Reach toward the blue sky
Of a cold clear winter day.

The trees are patiently waiting
Mother natures loving touch
To awaken them from winters sleep,
So they can burst forth
In a green canopy
Of springtime loveliness.

In much the same way
We too are waiting
The inner loving touch
Of the Friends light and music -
To awaken us
From our deep winter sleep
Into the full consciousness
Of the springtime of our being.

And remember,

Dear Pilgrim,

The Friend, being spirit;
Love, light and life,
Has no form -

However -

All forms are his.